He laughs. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. Forget it." I glance away.
"No, tell me." He notches his knuckles under my chin and tilts my head in his direction. "I want to know." In a firm voice, he adds, "No secrets, Princess. What was that about?"
"You’re so dominant, and yet, you’re surprisingly… considerate," I finally say.
"Because I asked your opinion on something?"
"Not something. This is a big deal for you, Seb. I get it. You’ve probably spent a lot of time trying to work out how to make this parallel move, so to speak. And you have the opportunity now, but you ask me for my opinion on it." I shake my head. "It’s mind boggling."
"You’re my life-partner. It shouldn’t surprise you that I ask you to weigh in on changes I’m thinking of making that could affect not only the two of us, but also our daughter."
I know I’m gaping at him, but I can’t stop myself. "Are you always this thoughtful? This is a chance for you to pursue your dream career, but you're still thinking of how it would impact me and my daughter?"
"Our daughter," he corrects me. "Why are you so surprised? You should know by now, I’ll always do what’s best for the two of you, I—"
I throw my arms around him. Honestly, I surprise even myself with the intensity with which I cling to him. "You are incredible, you know that?" I bury my nose in the space between his neck and his shoulder. I draw in a huge lungful of his scent, and hold my breath. I’ll never get tired of how good it feels to be plastered to him, to push my breasts into his rock-hard chest, and cling to him.
He rubs my back and it’s both soothing and arousing. That’s the thing. That’s what’s different with this guy. Right from the beginning, I’ve inherently trusted him. I feel safe with him. For the first time since Avery was born, it doesn’t feel like the ground below my feet is unsteady. I feel reassured, like I can finally look forward to the future with some level of confidence. Like I can breathe. Like I’m not slowly getting strangled under the weight of my worries. And yet... I’m going to betray him. I shouldn't feel this secure with him when, ultimately, it's not his actions but my own which are going to secure a future for my daughter and myself, right?Tell him, tell him now. Tell him everything and ask him to help you. And what guarantee do you have that he won't turn on you then? What if he gets upset that you've kept the truth from him this far? What if he decides to walk away from you? Then you'll have lost your one chance to ensure Avery is safe.
I glance up into his face to find him staring down at me. I reach up and press my lips to his. He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, doesn’t return the kiss. He simply stays still as I dart my tongue inside his mouth. I swipe my tongue over his teeth, and a groan rumbles up his chest.
His chest planes flex, andbam-bam-bam,I feel his heart rate ratchet up. That only emboldens me more. I wind my arms around his neck, tilt my head and deepen the kiss. I suck on his tongue, and begin to grind myself on the thick column between his legs.
Another growl vibrates up his throat. Then he cups my butt and squeezes. A shudder runs up my spine. A pulse flares to life between my legs and I squeeze my thighs around his waist. I try to kiss him even more thoroughly. That’s when he flips me over so my back is on the rug, and his weight presses down on me. Without breaking the kiss, he stares into my eyes, then unhooks my arms from around his neck, twists my arms up and above my head, and shackles my wrists together with one hand. He slides the other hand between us and I hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled, his zipper being lowered. He shoves my panties aside, and the next moment, he’s inside of me.
One second, I’m empty. The next, he’s filling me, stretching me, as his thickness scrapes against my inner walls. He’s so big, so deep inside that I swear, I can feel every single ridge of his cock. He stays there for a second, even as his shaft throbs inside of me. He tears his lips from mine, and without taking his gaze off of me, he pulls out. He stays there, poised at my opening, with his dick nudging my slit. Then he lunges forward with enough force that my entire body jolts. He stays there, with his balls pressed against my inner thighs, before he begins to move. Out and in and out again. Every time he fucks me, I move up the rug a little. There’s a muffled thud as something hits the ground next to us, the prosecco bottle, probably, but neither of us glance away. He doesn’t take his gaze off of mine for a second. Those golden-brown eyes of his are ablaze with so much emotion. So much everything. My throat closes, and a tear squeezes out from the corner of my eye. He bends, licks it up, and for some reason, that’s so erotic and so intimate, I can’t stop more tears from streaming.
He pulls out, then lunges forward with such force that he hits that special spot deep inside of me. I lock my ankles around his waist and he brings his hand down to cup my face. He peers into my eyes as he slides his thumb inside my mouth. At the same time, he drills into me again, and he goes so deep, I swear, I can feel him in my throat. Another sob wells up, even as the climax swells from our point of contact. It shudders up my spine as he slams into me again and again. The orgasm rips through me and I gasp. A cry wells up. He closes his mouth over mine, and swallows it, even as he continues to fuck me through the climax. My entire body shudders, my core clenches down around his dick. He brings his hand down to squeeze my nipple as he thrusts forward and inside me. I tilt my hips up trying to take him in even deeper. That’s when his muscles go solid. His shoulders shudder, as he growls and comes inside me.
33
Seb
My orgasm seems to go on and on. The cherry scent of her, mixed with the sweetness of her arousal, surrounds me. Her thick blonde hair flows about her, a heavenly cloud. The honeyed heat of her pussy is so sweet, so tight, as she flutters around my cock, as she clamps down on my shaft and milks me until I’m sure I’m going to black out. Dark spots flash at the corners of my vision as I slump against her. The softness of her breasts cushion my chest, and her thighs wrap around me. At some point, I released her arms, and she winds them around my neck. She runs her fingers down my back and I can sense her touch through the shirt and jacket that I am wearing.
"Take off your clothes," she whispers, her voice muffled against my throat.
"All in good time." I push up, holding my weight off of her with my arms planted on either side of her.
I glance into her flushed face, the trail of tears down her cheeks, the swollen lips, her hair tangled about her face, and I can’t stop myself from bending and brushing my lips over hers again and again.
"You’re so gorgeous, it hurts me." I hear the words and can’t believe I said them. Who is this lovestruck, pussy-whippedstronzowho can’t keep his gaze, his lips, his hands off of this woman?
"Elsa," I clear my throat, "I…" I shake my head. Am I actually going to do this? Make myself so completely vulnerable to another. I had loved my mother, at least, for the time I had known her. Other than Nonna, she's the only other person I’ve felt protective about. Michael and Luca’s mother? She had taken care of us, but she’d had her hands full, trying to manage our father, and trying to come to grips with the fact that her husband had not only been unfaithful, but also expected her to take care of his children with his other women. Adrian and I had each other, of course. And the rest of the Sovranos are my family.
But none of them belong to me as completely as this woman. She needs me, and she touches that primal part of me I can’t control around her. As her Dom, as her husband, and hopefully, as the father to her child, she demands of me the kinds of roles I hadn’t thought I had in me to fulfill. Oh, I’ve set scenes with other subs at the club, but none of them were mine. I’ve never experienced the kind of intimacy I felt with her when I made love to her now. And that’s what it was. It wasn’t just fucking. It went beyond the carnal act of sex. There was so much emotion in the act when it was with her... It makes my head spin.
I push a strand of hair behind her ear, then kiss her on her lips again. "Ti amo, Principessa."When I try to pull away, she doesn’t let me. She clings to me with her arms and her legs as she rains kisses on my mouth, my cheeks, my nose. She arches up, presses kisses over my eyelids.
"I love you, Seb. Please don’t forget that. Whatever happens, promise me, you’ll always remember me."
I frown. "What do you mean? What could happen, Elsa? You—"
She flexes her inner muscles around my cock, and instantly, it comes to life inside her.
"Cazzo,"I growl as I struggle to complete my train of thought. That’s when she reaches up and kisses me. She thrusts her tongue in between my lips, presses herself even closer against me, if that were possible, and angles her hips as she slides up and down my dick.